I hate the Yankees, but civic pride overcomes my distaste for them when they reach postseason play. I
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My heart belongs to the Mets; they are my cross to bear. I was a fanatic in mid-1980s--the glory days of Hernandez and Carter, Strawberry and Mookie, Gooden and Darling. Now, I'm a casual fan, so I don't tear my hair out after every screw-up and blown game.
Baseball is polite and civilized. Everybody gets a turn, it's slow enough so one can assess and discuss every decision and play, it's not necessary to have an announcer tell you what's happening on the field, a game can go on forever. Your team can be down ten runs in the bottom of the ninth and still win, so there's always hope, not like games with a clock where the team can just run out of time. Players come in all shapes and sizes. There's tension and edge-of-your-seat suspense on every pitch. No other game comes close.